>Day fooping in equestria
 
>Be helping violet clever with her experiments and bullshit
>No idea what the fuck she's talking about
>Slowly, an insidious idea creeps into your mind
>As lavender insightful continues to prattle on, you sneak up behind her
>FOOP
>And now, your index finger is buried, knuckle deep in her anus
>The clatter of an ink pen is the only noise, as her incessant gibbering halts
>An awkward few seconds pass in agonizing silence before you pull slowly out, leaving her in her petrified state, you leave the library
>Why didn't you think of that before?
 
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>Taking in a breath of your newfound freedom, you decide to take a stroll down the market
>One stall in particular catches your eye, staffed by one of twilight's friends
>Sneak up behind her while she's busy with a customer
>FOOP
>She turns her head slowly, looks to your hand, to your face, back to your hand, back to your face
>...
>"Anon"
"Applejack"
>...
>"Anon"
 
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>Well that was disappointing
>You continue your stroll, out of the market
>You have barely any time to contemplate your odd behavior before a blue streak blindsides you into the mud
>Looking up, you see your rainbro perched triumphantly atop your chest
>"Ha, gotcha"
>Not even thinking, you reach your hand underneath
>FOOP
>Her wings shoot up, and her face turns beet red
>This being an AIE story, neither of these two things mean a damn bit to you
>She stammers out some excuse, and darts off, giggling like a schoolfilly
 
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>Welp, that's your one suit ruined. Time to go get another one.
>And maybe increase your head..er...ass-count while you're at it
>The bell rings as you enter the boutique
>Rarity barely looks up from her work
>"Dash?"
"Dash"
>"Of course. Let me get the measurements"
>She floats over a variety of tapes and pins as she saunters over to you
>As she turns around momentarily, you see your chance and strike
>FOOP
>Wow, you're not quite sure you've ever seen a unicorn move that fast
>And in a purely vertical direction, no less
>Craning your next upward, you see that she has latched onto a chandelier above your
>"Anonymous, you get me down from here right this instance"
>And with that, you take your leave
 
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>Your wandering has brought you to fluttershy's cottage
>Why did you come here
>Fucked if you know!
>A gentle singing in the distance reminds you of your task
>Your quarry suspects nothing as you ready your finger
>FOOP
>While you have garnered many unique responses, what happens next surprises your
>A torrent of vaguely squash colored liquid sprays from the cream colored mare's cunt at your face like a broken fire hydrant
>Your mouth was open and everything
>Wrenching your hand free, you scream curses to as many gods as you could name, you sprint back towards ponyville proper, trying your best to ignore the moaning
 
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>Walking through, trying to forget what just happened, a pink blur flies past, your brain registers your final target
>With a flick of the wrist
>FOOP
>"Ooooh, Anon, what's this new game?"
>Wait, where are your pants?
>"My Turn!"
>Oh fuck
 
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>That wasn't fooping
>Your anus will never recover